“I’m not coming until you do,” he says through his heavy breathing. “Fuck me harder.” My voice shakes as I cry out. I can’t take my eyes off him. I’m enamored by him. Possibly even obsessed. And I have no idea why. It’s as if he was made for me. Perfect in every way, no matter how hard I search for a flaw. I love the way he moves. The sounds he makes. The expression on his face. All of it is so genuine, so real.
